What happens when I physically hold on to something? I turn my head away. I squeeze my eyes shut. My knuckles ache as my fists clench. Finger nails bite into the palms. I exhaust myself. I hurt !
On the other hand, when I trust God to give me what I need, I let go. I face forward. My hands are free for healthy, loving and enjoyable activities. I find unexpected reserves, many of which have been there all along.
Before I complain about the suffering, I might do well to examine myself. I may be surprised by the amount of pain I can release by simply letting go.
How much can God give me if I am not open to receive? When I hold onto a problem, a fear, or resentment, I shut myself off to help that is available to me. I will "Let Go, Let God".
All I had to do was become the least bit willing to open my clenched fist a tiny, grudging bit and miracles happened. Thats God as I understand Him to be. 
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Michelle
Poem created by Greg & photo taken by mOe
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1 comments:
While reading your bog, what’s between lines becomes mine too and that happens without any efforts. While reading your posts, my Lithuanian-English dictionary became the needless, because the sense of God’s presence among us made everything clear out of itself – we aren’t alone and need just gratitude for our dreams could flourish and enjoy the whole world.
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